Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Sometimes I fain would sit awhile
Beside still waters deep,
And there in silent solitude
A tryst I would keep.
So far are moved from factory's din,
And city's noisy street,
I'd dwell with nature for awhile
In quiet safe retreat.
And in the silence of the night
I'd count the stars on high,
And listen to a waterfall,
Or hear the night hawks cry.
Maybe I'd hear that still small voice
While in that quiet zone,
Reminding me in simple trust
That I am not alone.
And when my stay would terminate,
Then homeward I'd repair,
Firmly resolved with strength renewed
To meet tomorrow's care.